I know someone who dislikes food almost exactly in the way of, and as much as you describe. For them it's a symptom of a wider condition which includes hyperacusis and a near eidetic memory. The latter we both see as a kind of 'trade-off'.
Interesting. I'm not a big fan of sensory overload, so I'm kind of glad I only seem to have the volume turned up on that one particular sense.
I don't buy short socks anymore. Long socks can be rolled down in the summer, but short socks can't be rolled up in the winter.
I can't open my front door if I know there's someone on the other side of it. (Friends phone ahead, I open the door and they let themselves in.) I never use a hair dryer despite having long hair. I can't bear the feel of detergent, or soap, on my bare hands or feet. The rest of me doesn't mind. When I have a bath I use plastic gloves with bands around the wrists just to me make sure, and hang my feet over the edge of the tub. Public toilets are a nightmare unless I have a non detergent based handwash in my bag. The only time I don't suffer from insomnia is when I sleep in a tent pitched near moving water.
I keep track of my fitness. Every morning, I wake up, excrete whatever I can, and weigh myself. My weight goes into a spreadsheet. The first column is the day of the week, followed by the date, then, since I live in metric-land, my weight in kilos. After that is a column that converts it to pounds, followed by one for my current BMI. All of these are conditionally formatted and color-coded to certain personal targets. The weight columns are currently in the red, but the BMI is still yellow. Yes, I know that BMI was never intended to be used on a individual basis. After the BMI column, there's one for me to enter in the number of steps I took before breakfast, if I did a step-based exercise like walking or jogging. I read somewhere that, for weight loss, the most effective time to exercise is before you eat, since that is supposed to burn stored fat. I don't know if this is true or not, but it's the best time to exercise for me because, due to work, I can't procrastinate long. Following the pre-breakfast step count is a column to enter the number of steps I've taken by the end of the day. The end-of-day step count is also color-coded to certain targets, which are fairly aspirational, so I'm pleased when I get to the green zone. Following the end of day step count is a column for me to write in the exercises I did that day, such as "jog short loop", "walk long loop", or "cycle hills 16k". I've saved all of these courses as paths on Google Earth, from before I got a smartphone. The next column is a notes section, for events that might affect my daily fitness, such as a particularly large dinner, a night out drinking, or an injury like a sprained ankle. Vacations are also noted here, since there's no point in recording data from a different scale with unknown accuracy and calibration. Following the notes column are three weight change columns. The first shows my weight change, in kilos, from the previous day; the second shows the previous week, and the third the difference from one year prior. In the "day" column, changes of greater than .4 kilos (~1 pound) are formatted to appear in red. Changes of zero to .4 kilos are formatted in yellow, and weight loss appears in green. In the weeks column, gains are appear in red, losses between zero and .4 kilos in yellow, and losses greater than .4 kilos are green. In the years column, any weight gain is recorded in yellow, and any weight loss is recorded in green. I've been keeping this record for over eight years, and in that time, I hit my initial target weight only once, but for two consecutive days. At the time, my exercise routine consisted of doing "Billy's Boot Camp" on a regular basis. I'd continue, but doing the same three discs, week after week, especially with the lousy quality of instruction (unequal amounts of right side / left side reps, inability to keep the rhythm, microphone dropping out, frequent misspeakings) makes the routine really demoralizing, regardless of results.
If I could (meaning if my back would cope for a longer stretch), I'd sleep on the floor. Next move I swear I'll declutter my sleeping room and transport all stuff to another room. I want a bare room to sleep in. On a related note: there's no such thing as too many blankets or pillows. I can't stand crowds. I can't stand to walk behind someone. I hate window-seats. I'm small in height and not being able to see what's coming (or not being able to get out of human contact) is vastly irritating; but I love animals and won't move in the night if a cat is sleeping on my legs. I sing along to songs when I'm walking on the street, and sometimes jump up or pump my fist in the air if I'm happy. Don't care if it looks like I'm an idiot I have two (2) plates in my house. 5 knifes. 4 spoons. Don't ask me the significance of the numbers—I don't think there's one. 2 pots for cooking (one is really small, the other really large). Anyone who looks forward to a nice (meaning aestetically pleasing) meal shouldn't visit me. I don't have a couch or a table. If you visit me against my warnings, be prepared to sit on the floor and eat from a plate balanced on your knees.
"She asked me to stay and told me to sit anywhere, So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair"
@Iain Aschendale : Good catch, yes, there ain't a chair either And there isn't wood enough in my house to light a fire (much else norwegian), though I do like a fireplace and chimney. That reminds me: once I spent New Year sitting on the roof (where the two slanting sides meet, I don't know the correct term) of my then-house in Germany, five stories up overlooking all other houses in the vicinity, with fireworks exploding about twenty metres above my head. Scary, but the best New Year I can remember!
I can't finish any drink, I always leave a little bit, like half a finger or less, to the bottom of the glass/cup/bottle. I don't like closing cupboard doors or the mirror cabinet in the bathroom. I try to do it so as not to annoy my hubby too much, but I sure don't like it. I always lock the car doors after sitting behind the wheel. I'm afraid someone will jump me and try to mug or murder me. I also check the backseat before getting in, 'cause, you know, in case of ghosts. Hah! Same here.
As long as you don't judge me... I like my ears and face rubbed by someone wearing latex gloves. And I like to look someone in the eyes for long periods of time because it is relaxing. Also I have a thing for hands.
If a singer has an accent, I MUST sing their songs with their accent. Or an Irish one if it sounds good. I listen to a lot of Ed Sheeran and if you don't use his accent it usually messes up the rhymes.
I'd probably sing with the American accent if the Dutch messed up the rhyming scheme. Do his songs still work in a Dutch accent?
I can only sleep behind a locked or otherwise barricaded door. Walking alone in a normally heavily populated place brings me great peace and comfort. Like a stroll through an empty sports arena
Total honesty bomb drop (might or might not shock some). I buy flavored gloves at a pro-dental site (They don't carry black-cherry any more that I know of) but I did make a purch on their Oranges and Cream ones a while back (They smell like orange sherbet). I own a surgical gown sold by medicaltoys, and kept the Nurses personal thank you in a small magnetic pic-frame. (Bit spendy but, if you haven't noticed a theme yet...) Oh hell most Know I love (fetish wise) Medical/Dental/Surgical paraphernalia, and collect as well. (And now a part of me cringes in a corner hoping the world won't poke fun at me.) (Though most don't know the real reason behind it all.)
As fetishes go, it sounds like a pretty common and harmless one, as long as you and your partner(s) aren't actually performing any medical procedures that require incisions or anything, so I've got no criticism to offer. Did not know that they made flavored gloves though. I knew about flavored condoms, but the reviews I've heard of them ran from low-mixed to negative.
Yeah I play Safe Sane and Consensual. No partner though. Kinda Freaks out most people though (which I think is kinda weird). (Nothing too extreme unless play piercing is considered extreme)
I have written a couple of stories based on dreams. I actually dreamed a two part story on consecutive nights.
- I like to bathe in total darkness. The main bathroom in the condo is windowless and I roll the bathmat up against the bottom of the door to serve as a light blocker. Not one photon. I love it - When I push open a door, I use my index and middle finger, crossed one over the other, always. - I have zero sense of body shame. If you were to visit for a few days I would try very hard to remember not to walk from one room to the next butt naked, but there's a very real chance I'll forget. - I'm flirty. If I look up at you from under long lashes in that practiced way, it's just to see you blush. I'm not really trying to get in your pants. I've very happy with my husband. Watching str8 boys get flummoxed is extra special. - There are two sets of kitchen knives. One for regular people who don't know about my OCDness regarding kitchen utensils, and one set that no one is allowed to touch but me. There may be more to come....
